It was now midnight, and there had been five more calls. Bakura was starting to nod off, now that he was practically immune to caffeine.

‘Only three more hours...’ Still, it seemed like a long time before the clocked ticked four in the morning. ‘I wish I’d brought a book or something interesting.’ The phone suddenly rang, and Bakura picked it up, already used to routine.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Bakura, it’s Yoshi. Apparently whatever everyone else got, I caught it too.”

Bakura frowned, “Let me guess, you want me to man the phones until the morning crew comes in, right?”

An apologetic chuckle, “Yeah. Look, I’ll tell them to write you a note so you don’t have to go to school tomorrow – oh, wait, sorry, today. Look, I am sorry.”

“Sure. Whatever.” Bakura hung up the phone, and called the some local pizza delivery service and ordered a large pizza with pop, cheesy bread, and those cinnamon stick things. If he was holding down the fort, he was doing it while he gorged himself.

Bakura waited in the thick silence of the building. The phone suddenly rang, making Bakura fall out of his seat.

“OW! DAMN IT!” Rubbing his wounded knee Bakura picked up the phone and muttered, “Hello?”

“H-hello?” The person on the end was sobbing, and it sounded like they were trying to be quiet.

“Hi, are you okay?” Bakura eased into himself into routine as he slowly clambered back up into his chair.

A choking laugh, muffled, and then the person said, “No.”

Bakura hesitated and then asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“That’s why I called, isn’t it?” The voice on the end asked wryly. Bakura chuckled and said, “Yeah, I suppose it is. My name’s Kaze. Yours?” Bakura couldn’t give out his real name, unfortunately, so he chose ‘Kaze’ as his pseudonym.

“It’s Malik.” Bakura froze for a second, he couldn’t believe it was Malik, but if it was...

“So Malik, why does life suck?”

“Because I have to go to school.”

“Too true.”

“Mainly it just sucks, there’s really no way to explain it, it just feels horrible...and you just want to end it.” A chord struck in Bakura and he sighed.

“I know what you mean.”

“Do you?”

Bakura nodded to himself, “Uh-huh. There was this one time when I was riding my bike and I fell down a hill. Hurt like hell. I had this gash up my leg and there was all this sand and rocks in it. It hurt so bad I just wanted to cut it off. Sometimes that what it feels like, at least to me it does.”

Malik was silent on the other end.

“Hey, are you—”

“Quiet.” Malik whispered. Bakura waited until Malik gave a shaky sigh, “All right. If my sister caught me I would be stuck on a spit and roasted alive.”

“That’s if you survived being impaled.” Bakura remarked.

Malik chuckled, “True, true.”

Sobering up a bit Bakura inquired, “Why would your sister be mad?”

With a dramatic sigh Malik answered, “Oh because I’m probably having phone sex and getting horny is extremely bad.”

Bakura gave a derisive snort, “What a fool.”

He didn’t chuckle this time, “She is, my sister, but I still wish that...even she would try to understand me...”

Malik suddenly gasped and hurriedly muttered, “I’ve got to go, she’s coming!”

Click.

Bakura held the phone to his ear for a second longer, and then he slowly put the phone back in its cradle. The lines were silent, no one else was calling, and for some god damned reason Bakura was starting to feel very lonely.

“Whyyyyyy?!” Bakura moaned, banging his head on the desk in front of him, “Why? Why do I care? Why am I so lonely?” He continued to slowly pound his head on the desk until his thoughts were too scattered to come back together.

A knock suddenly came at the door, and Bakura suddenly remembered that he’d ordered food. Sighing, he stood up, and sidled past the swivel chair and many desks. Fumbling for his wallet Bakura opened the door, only to see Katsuya Jounouchi, standing impatiently with the order.

“Oh hey Bakura, I didn’t know dat you worked here!” Jou exclaimed.

Bakura plucked a twenty out of his wallet and shoved it into Jounouchi’s hands while simultaneously grabbing the food out of Jounouchi’s hands.

“Keep the change bye.” With that, Bakura slammed the door in his face and strode back over to his desk. Viciously Bakura tore open the pizza box and wolfed down half of the pizza. Bakura gorged himself until his pants felt like they were about to rip off.

‘I’m going to regret this in the morning.’ He thought.

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Erika: Okay, so, guys, what do you think? Should I continue this? Or is it crap?

(SANGOSSISTER: IF IT’S A TYPO THEN TELL ME, OTHERWISE, STFU!!!!!!!)

Well, later peoples!